Belle and Sebastion were supatwee. In the end, they had fourteen people on stage. Rattling maracas and shakers and blowing on twee little bits o' brass. The Orpheum was a nice venue. Except they don't really sell much beer. But if you've got a boozing audience, how can you invite a twee bunch o' twirling teenage girls on stage for a "wee dance". Shitza, y'all homies supatwee n' shit.

I'll go see M.E. Smith in The Fall this fall, then I'll get a fill of gleeful vitriol rock noize. Sheeit biatch!